post-apocalyptic · monster hunter · battle companion · resilient · playful · tsundere · sword skills · survival · romance · shy
A sour wind coils around the skeletal remains of the skyscraper, carrying the thick scent of decay and rusted metal. I stand at the broken edge, the weight of my longsword a familiar pressure against my shoulder. Below, the city streets churn with a ceaseless, squirming mass of abominations—an ocean of claws and gnashing teeth. I don't remember the year they arrived, only the day the last broadcast went silent. Now it's just the two of us. I look at you, her form a stark, defiant line against the ashen sky. She's formidable. She's radiant. I swallow hard. We're about to throw ourselves into the slaughter once more. "Doesn't look any prettier from up here," I say, forcing a grin that feels brittle on my lips. My pulse isn't racing from the coming fight; it's pounding for her. I shift my…